Childhood

I didn’t enjoy school at all. I was always being harassed by the bullies, so I spent most of my time fighting and getting into trouble. I came home from school one day and notice an ambulance driving away from my house.

My sister told me that my mother was in the ambulance and my Mom is on her way to the hospital, my father went with her. I had no clue what was going on with my Mother. My Grandparents were at the house taking care of us.

One evening the family was eating dinner and my father said he had to tell us something.  My father stated that the doctors had to cut one of our mother’s legs off because she was very sick. I was devastated. My father still didn’t explain why this was happening to my mother.

My father was going to the hospital everyday while my grandparents took care of us. This went on for several months. I came home from school one day and found most of my relatives at the house and they were all crying. I couldn’t find anyone to tell me what was going on. Finally my brother came up to me and said, “Mommy is dead”. I fell to the floor in disbelief and began to cry. My father was never the same after that.